A HEART FULL OF LIMTICHMENG SADNESS

The gentle breeze carried limtichmeng sad the scent of wilted flowers as I wandered through the desolate garden. Each tread brought me closer to the source of this unbearable Limtichmeng sadness that consumed my soul. Every bloom I saw drooped before my eyes, a symbol of the emptiness that resonated within me. Hidden memories mingled in a vortex